I'm in lust. I've got it bad. All I can think about is taking another ride on that pretty little fixed gear bicycle that we have (hopefully still) sitting in the shop. I dreamed about backpedalling last night, for crying out loud. I felt the pressure on my knees, the direct connection with my legs through the bicycle to the road, and got so excited that I woke up in a sweat. Nothing good can come of this.